Justice Will Be Served Novels & Stories

Don Carlo sat up straight. “What do you mean?” Asked Trixie. She was curious, but wariness was still potent. “I mean, we tell Denny everything but ask him to deal with the matter according to Trisha’s wishes. If she wants the man sent to prison, then Denny has to do it. Justice must be served. Both sides can be seen as his family, the victim, and the criminal. So it’s not taking sides; it’s justice being served,” Don Carlo explained. “What do you think?”

Silently, I refill. He cradles the mug in cupped palms. "Sometimes, of course, a victim never receives the justice he deserves. The fact is, Justice can be a slippery concept, and it may be served in other ways than the obvious. At times, sadly, it is not possible to provide it at all until new information comes to light." Mitch gulps, shaking uncontrollably. Michael swoops across, taking Vicky from her arms. Richard holds up hands. "Will, where are you going with this? If you have bad news to deliver..."

Justice moved his tongue over his dry lips and a pleading voice came out of his throat. "You asked; now I am starting to feel much better” Justice was shocked by the irony hidden in Kabir Dada's voice. But surprisingly, no one cared about his standing. "Kabir Dada have I been insulted?" Justice asked stammering. "Have you heard that one of our servants is about to be sentenced to death and that is why the verdict in his case is constantly being postponed?"

Jake exclaimed. "Yeah dude. Look, I know I hate your Lara, but what happened was bad. I didn't mean for her to die. Now it's time for you to channel all your pains in making sure that you give justice to Lara, and that's not by crying, that's by standing up and being a man and give May the most terrible death ever!" Jerome stated. "Jerome is right Will, justice just be served for Lara, as I know her soul will never rest in peace until we serve her justice by killing May, and that too a painful death." Adams said.

Justice is being served. But more importantly, I'm here. Living. Thriving. Free. And that's the only victory that matters.

We draw on our resilience, fueled by the unwavering belief that the truth will prevail. I take Devine's hand, holding it tightly. We sit in silence, anticipation and trepidation swirling around us. The jury's verdict looms, a final turning point in our relentless pursuit of justice. We may not know what lies ahead, but we are ready to face it head-on, united in our fight, and persistent in our quest for truth.

Justice, long overdue, had finally been served. Chaos and Florence, sitting in the front row, exchanged a knowing glance. They had fought long and hard for this moment, and now, it was finally here. The weight of their ordeal, the sleepless nights, the countless hours of work, had all been worth it. As they left the courtroom, they were greeted by a crowd of supporters, their faces filled with admiration and gratitude. They had become symbols of hope, beacons of light in the darkness. They had faced adversity, overcome obstacles, and emerged victorious. The road to justice had been long and arduous, but they had persevered.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” “No one is above the law sir.” The he answered as his jaw tightened. I smirked, though there was no humor in it. “And the law is going to bring justice for my cousin?” “Sir—” he started, but I cut him off. “We all know that ‘justice‘ doesn’t happen in courtrooms or even on police reports. It happens when the people responsible for this—” I gestured to the chaos around us, “—pay for what they’ve done.”

James turned to them with anger burning in his eyes. These women were extremely capable fighters. However, James was not cowed. He pulled out the Blade of Justice. “I wield the Blade of Justice. Those who stand against me, stand against Sol itself. I will smite all those that resist.” One of the women hissed smugly, “Solean law only applies to ordinary citizens. The Johnstons are above the rule of the law.” “All Soleans are equal before the law.” Gripping the hilt of the Blade of Justice, James stepped forward with conviction.

There was a strange peace in knowing that justice, no matter how long delayed, had finally been served. Judith and I had gone out for dinner at our favorite rooftop restaurant. The breeze was cool, brushing against my skin gently, and the night sky above us sparkled with stars as if celebrating with me. We toasted with wine—non-alcoholic for me, since I’d had enough headaches this week. Judith raised her glass with a proud smile. “To new beginnings,” she said. “To justice,” I replied. Judith laughed. “You always have the more dramatic lines.” I shrugged, smiling. “Well, I’ve lived through enough drama to earn it.”